tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045303808923827751.post5749996966949758568..comments2023-11-02T03:38:57.816-04:00Comments on From the Mom Cave: Sex Education: prep workAmy McMunn http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777029840258598019noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045303808923827751.post-82702877229554247652011-08-18T10:56:33.713-04:002011-08-18T10:56:33.713-04:00LOL!!!!! Chest hair coming out of a onesie! That&#...LOL!!!!! Chest hair coming out of a onesie! That's a mental image that I'm not going to be able to shake all day. <br /><br />I was one of those moms who had a pretty easy time talking to my kids about pretty much anything, so in our house, I handled all of this stuff with our daughters and our son. There was never 'the talk,' because the information sort of came along naturally from the time that they were little. I used real names for body parts (my mother-in-law did not approve of that) and as questions arose, I answered them. At times when I thought questions were slow to arrive, I looked for opportunities to start little conversations. <br /><br />At one point on the recommendation of a friend, we bought an animated movie (I think it was called <i>Where Did I Come From?</i>, but I'm not positive) for all of them to watch. My hubby and I watched it first so that we'd (um I'd) know what to expect and to make sure that it was something we wanted to show them. It was a crack-up. A cartoon mom and dad are in the bathtub and then they stand up and the narrator talks about their different body parts. The couple ends up in bed (covered up) and that bed gets <b>rockin'</b>! Holy crap. <br /><br />We decided to show it to them and of course, they giggled like crazy. After we watched and talked a little (not much, to be honest) I told them that while there was nothing to be ashamed of in what they'd just seen, they probably shouldn't share the information with their friends (I think our oldest was in kindergarten and the twins in pre-school) because different moms and dads picked different ages to talk to their kids about this stuff. <br /><br />The very next morning, when my friend's three kids came to our house to wait for the school bus, my younger daughter pulled her friend (my friend's son, her same age) out onto our deck, saying, "You are NOT going to believe this!" She proceeded to fill him in on all the details, and I saw his horrified face. He looked at her and said, truly grossed out, "Oh! My parents had to do that three times!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com